Excerpt
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Spring was colder than winter
and you were gone
and the rain so hard we couldn’t look up,
or see you, looking sideways,
your canyons laughing
and your skies –
though it was houses you understood,
and people,
– who are mysteries –
– I’d rather watch Magellanic clouds –
Spring was colder than winter
and you were gone
though I wouldn’t admit it
couldn’t
But the cold is biting, and the rain rains
and I suppose something is happening
but God only knows what it is
in the grey, with you gone.